2 years later I was sent to another foster home and Cedar was sent to another. I lost the one person I had in my life. I was so crushed that i didn't eat for months and stayed in my room. While I was in my room I took on drawing and singing. My not eating turned into anorexia. This went on and off until I was 13. I am still in this foster home today and its good except for my foster parents do not love each other and are always fighting. When the caseworkers  come around, they pull themselves together. There are 3 other kids here with me. Samantha, Jet, and Anuna. Samantha is 2 and the cutest little human I have ever seen. She has grey eyes that sometimes turn green and she always want her hair in a messy bun. I have to do it for her every morning. One time she tried doing it herself and we almost had to cut her hair. I pay most attention to her in this house and she is like my little sister. I hope she stays with me for a long time and that we aren't separated. Jet is 5 and reminds me so much of my 5 year old self. He is so energetic and loves being outside. You can tell he isn't happy thought by looking into his dark brown eyes. He knows how to fake a smile when its time though. Anuna is 16 and is worse then me. She sneaks out every Friday to go party with her boyfriend, Hunter. I mean I sneak out too but I don't go to parties. I grab my sketch pad and when the moon is full, I sit under the pear tree across the street. I then use the moon for light and draw what I hear and see. Anuna is the typical teenager. Shes attractive, has lots of “friends” and acts like shes better than everyone. Our foster mom, Johanna had to take her car away. She literally drove it somewhere and parked it where Anuna will never find it. Her beauty can not get her everything.

I heard something in the hallway and came back to reality. Looking back at the clock it was 1:25. The chill of being by the window got to me so I grabbed my sweater and went  to the kitchen. My sweater was over sized,white, and so soft. I made myself a cup of hot chocolate and while the microwave was set for two minutes, I sat on the counter watching the seconds go by...

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